Good News and Lamenting: A Poem for Pentecost 4B
There is so much to mourn, to regret
Lost hopes, dreams, lost friends
The dead.
The sufferings of day to day
With its unfulfilled dreams
And hopes
It is easy
To shake a fist
At a God
Seemingly unmoved
Yet, no pain, no suffering
Is the will of God
And in the midst
Mercy beckons
And soft words call,
“Talitha Cum”
Such are the miracles
Of day to day survival
When living is a choice
Bravely made.
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